Broken Antler Fen that terrifies you

While he'd officially been accepted into the pack (which was both a surprise an a relief) Jackalope would take his time getting settled in before integrating himself into the pack's social structure. In an almost pre-emptive move, he took to scouting out the pack's claimed Fen from the outside in, as though making sure he knew where the borders were in the case Wraen and her cohort decided to chase him out. It would appear as though he was doing a patrol, and putting in his fair share of work- so he figured it was a win-win situation. Acquaint himself with the borders he may one day need to flee if he ended up being too much of a handful (or if there ended up being too many pups come Spring) and do a bit of marking and patrolling as well. 

A flash of red in a sunbeam in the distance caught his attention. I like redheads, He thought to himself, though he was disappointed to notice that the pelt belonged not to one of the many beautiful women Wraen had promised him that he would get to meet, but to a fox. A common pest, but not one that deserved a great show of energy of force. The fox was meandering along the borders, so Jackalope continued to meander toward it- figuring that his presence alone should be enough to give it the hint that this land was claimed, but not by a bunch of trigger-happy wolves, willing to expend more than the necessary amount of energy to discourage an unwelcome visitor.